Chapter 6
"Send Calinda to me."
"Why yo' want to see her, boonoonoonoos!"
I have some things to discuss with her." Verbena left the sun room and in a short time Calinda appeared in the doorway with a haughty expression on her face.
"Calinda, I want to talk to you."
"Dat's funny. I been wantin' to talk to yo'."
Angel noticed something in the tone of her voice that was insolent. "Oh, what is it?"
"I think it 'bout time yo' raised ma money." Angel was shocked at her suggestion. She noticed that the girl smelled of her cologne. It was the same scent that she had bought at Hattie's. "Raising your salary is out of the question at this time. I called you in to talk about your work. Neither Verbena nor I have been happy with it. We're willing to give you another chance if ... "
"Yo' white slut," Calinda said, her eyes blazing. "I saw yo' layin' with Lucien. Yo' maybe thinks nobody seed yo', but I did and I gonna talk less I gets what I wants. Yo' may be de high and mighty mistress of de house, but de angel falls to de ground."
Angel stood up from the desk, walked toward the servant, and hit her across the face.
"You have five minutes to get your things and get out!"
The girl rubbed her flaming cheek.
"Yo' be sorry once de labrish (gossip) start."
"GET OUT!"
Angel picked up an ashtray from the desk and heaved it across the room, narrowly missing Calinda's head. It crashed against the door frame and fell to the floor. Calinda fled into the hall, screaming native obscenities. Verbena rushed in.
"What'goin' on here?"
"I just fired Calinda. I want you to find another girl to help you. Make sure she's a good worker. Also, I want you to close up all the rooms we don't use. There's no use having you work night and day keeping empty rooms clean."
"Yes, mam," replied Verbena.
Angel wrapped her arms around her companion's shoulders.
"Don't you 'yes, mam' me. I'm still Angel. I just want to make things easier around here for you, Verbena. My father, even though he thought a lot of you, worked you too hard. Now that you're older I want you to have more free time to do your shopping, see your friends, and even go to see Maman Lala if you wish."
"Boonoonoonoos," the old lady murmured and kissed Angel on the cheek.
Angel went upstairs to shower and change. It felt odd for her to be using her father's bathroom. When she'd finished, she lay down on her father's giant bed and thought about her future. She felt marvelously free and completely unencumbered. She had money, youth, and beauty; and she had Damien—when she wanted him. She was unsure what to do about her father's shop. She did not want to run it herself. In the meantime, Damien could continue and take care of things for her. She got up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror. She looked older, she thought, more mature. Perhaps it had been the experience of the last few days or perhaps it was just her state of mind. Her eyes fell upon the silver-handled hair brush. She picked it up and touched the cool smoothness of the handle to her nude body. Moving it down her flat stomach, she pressed it against her Venus mound and was surprised to find she was sexually aroused once again. The nipples ached, and her clitoris burned in her cunt. Then she thought of Lucien. Lucien would satisfy her. She leaned out the window and saw him working in the yard. His body was glistening with perspiration as he bent over the flower beds.
"Lucien," she called.
The servant glanced up and saw his mistress leaning out the window completely nude. He stood up and, staring at her ripe, young body, began to get aroused.
"Yes, Miss Angel."
"Lucien, come into the house. Come up to the second floor."
He glanced around nervously.
"All right, Miss."
Lucien went through the front door. It was the first time he had ever used it. When he ascended the staircase to the second floor, Angel was standing in the doorway of her father's room, waiting for him. When he reached the door, she took him by the hand and led him inside. She shut the door and locked it.
"I want you to make love to me, Lucien."
"But I'm all sweaty, Miss. I been workin' all mornin'."
"Then I shall give you a shower."
She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
"Come, Lucien."
He stepped out of his sandals and padded across the floor. He was wearing nothing but his usual loose cotton pants. Angel undid the tie at the waist and they fell around his ankles. She clutched his huge cock in her hand.
"I'm going to bathe you," Angel said huskily.
The shower was more than big enough for two. Angel took a cake of scented soap and began running it over Lucien's muscular body. His skin was remarkably smooth and she noticed that each time she touched him, he broke out in goosebumps. His cock was hard and pressed against her thigh. She knelt down and soaped his cock and balls, running the soap between his legs and up between his buttocks. He turned around and rinsed off and when he turned back to Angel, she opened her mouth and took his cock inside. Lucien held her head and pumped gently into her mouth. Angel took as much of his cock down her throat as she could without choking. She wrapped her slender fingers around the base of it and began accompanying her sucking rhythm with her hand. Then abruptly he pulled out.
"I don't wanna come just yet, Miss Angel."
A drop of sticky fluid formed on the tip of his swollen cock. Angel flipped out her tongue and licked it off. Then she got up and turned off the shower. Without drying, the two of them went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Lucien felt uneasy at being in his employer's bedroom, but Angel was so persuasive that his lust overcame him. He slid down, buried his face between her legs and began licking at the outer lips of her labia. A sudden, hot fire started burning in Angel's cunt. She dug her fingers into the back of Lucien's curly head and pushed her pelvis upwards, grinding her cunt against his mouth. Lucien parted her folds with his fingers and sought out her clitoral bud and began licking it. Angel tossed her head from side to side on the pillow and groaned with ecstasy as Lucien worked her into orgasm. Angel jerked convulsively and cried out as Lucien eagerly licked the juice of her cunt. Angel rolled over on her stomach, pressed her face into the pillow, and savored her wantonness. Suddenly she felt Lucien's rough tongue against the back of her neck. He sucked on her soft flesh and began making hot, wet trails down her entire backside. He stopped for a moment when he reached the top of her buttocks. Using his hands, he parted her round globes and ran his tongue down the crease of her ass. Angel got on her knees, giving him better access to her pink hole. Lucien ran his tongue around her asshole, stopping to chew lightly on the tender skin which surrounded it. Then suddenly he plunged his tongue up her ass. Angel groaned with delight. It was the first time anyone had ever done that to her. Juicy saliva coated her asshole and made it wet and pliable. When he had finished his tongue-fucking, he got on his knees and pressed the head of his immense prick against the entrance of her asshole. He spread her legs wider, opening the cheeks of her ass as he grasped her hips and pressed his prick against the small opening. He managed to work the head of his cock inside. Angel cried out in pain.
"Oh, Lucien, stop. It hurts."
"Jus' relax, Miss Angel. Stay with it fo' a minute. De pain will go away."
She clenched her eyes shut, bit on her lower lip and tried to relax. Little by little, the pain disappeared.
"It's okay now, Lucien. It's all gone."
The black man spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva over the shaft of his cock and began easing it into her ass. Angel nearly fainted from the mixture of pleasure and pain that she felt. She reached between her legs and clasped Lucien's huge balls in her hands. Then she ran her fingers up the shaft of his cock, which was violating her asshole. Slowly Lucien moved back and forth, very gently at first. Angel undulated her hips, rolling her ass in a circular movement as he began plummeting in and out of her asshole with swifter strokes. Finally, Lucien was able to get the full length of his cock inside her. He would pull it almost all the way out and then thrust his hips forward, slapping his stomach against her buttocks and jamming all the way home.
Angel screamed in delight at this new sensation. She wondered what it would feel like to have a cock in her cunt and in her ass at the same time. She planned to find out. Keeping his cock embedded in Angel, Lucien moved her over so that they were laying on their sides. His fingers toyed with her clitoris as he fucked her up the ass.
"Oh, God," Angel moaned. "Do it, Lucien. Harder!"
Lucien's massive load was building up until it was almost too painful to hold and his control was on the edge of collapsing. He took a deep breath and began plunging his cock in and out of her asshole with frenzied strokes. He pinched her clitoral bud between his thumb and forefinger. Grinding his teeth together, he tried to contain his orgasm, but he couldn't stop. His cock raced in and out of her asshole and suddenly he emitted a deep groan and his come shot up her anal passage. Angel could feel his hot sperm coating the inside of her ass. Lucien kept pumping and, at the same time, rapidly manipulating her clitoris until she reached an orgasm.
Fireworks exploded in her head as she climaxed. Feeling the great, warm shaft up her ass, she kept wishing she had one in her cunt at the same time and perhaps one in her mouth. Three men, she thought. I'll take three men. I want everything filled, all at the same time.
As her body stopped jerking, Lucien withdrew his cock, lay on top of her and licked her face with his tongue.
Angel got up and went into the bathroom. When she did, the come ran out of her ass and down her legs. She washed herself and was surprised to find that she hadn't bled. When she came back into the room, she noticed for the first time that Lucien was wearing a small muslin bag around his neck, like the wish bag that Verbena had wanted to wear. But his smelled fragrant and spicy.
"A wish bag, Lucien?"
Lucien dropped his eyes and replied, "Yes, Miss Angel, it is."
"And what were you wishing for?"
He grinned oddly and replied, "I already done got it."
"You mean you used Voodoo to get me?"
"Yes, Miss Angel. I been wantin' to get yo' fo' a long time."
"Well, evidentially it worked. Do you really believe in Voodoo, Lucien?"
"Yes, Miss Angel, I do."
"Then you must take me to a Voodoo ceremony sometime."
"I don't know if I can, yo' bein' a white woman."
"Nonsense. If you take me, it would be all right. Will you?" she urged, rubbing her hands over his strong pectoral muscles. "Come on, Lucien. I know you can do it."
She leaned over and sucked each of his nipples in turn.
"All right, Miss Angel," he said finally. "I take yo'."
"How soon?" she asked excitedly.
"Dere's a meetin' tonight."
"Can you take me tonight?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"What time does it start?"
"A little befo' midnight."
"Then I'll pick you up. Where do you live?"
"I live in Sugar Hill."
Sugar Hill was one of the native sections of Montego Bay. Angel had driven there many times with Verbena when her companion was visiting friends.
"Which house is it? Is there a number?"
"Ain't no number. But dere's a big tulip tree near de end of de road. Yo' know it?"
"Yes. I remember it."
"I meet yo' dere at eleven-thirty."
"Thank you, Lucien. I'm really excited about going."
After Lucien left, Angel called Damien at her father's shop to tell him the news of her father's death.
"Angel, I'm very sorry."
"Don't be, Damien. As you know, we weren't close. I don't know what my plans are about the ship, but I'd like for you to continue running it until I decide."
"I'd be glad to."
"When I come down tomorrow, we'll discuss salaries."
"Fine. Will you be free tonight?"
"I'm afraid not. I have some things I have to do."
"I understand. I'll see you tomorrow."
Angel spent the rest of the afternoon going through her father's papers. She wrote her aunt and uncle in Bordeaux. She also decided not to mention to Verbena that she was going to the Voodoo ceremony with Lucien. She would pretend to go to bed and slip out of the house.
After having dinner with Verbena, Angel excused herself and went to her room to read. At eleven o'clock, she crept down the back stairway and went to the garage to get her car. The lights in the house were dark and she was sure that Verbena was asleep. She started up her motor and instead of racing out of the garage as usual, she drove quietly away.
Sugar Hill was on the other side of the mountain, and it took her nearly twenty minutes to get there. She drove to the end of the tree-lined road, and standing under a giant tulip tree waiting for her was Lucien. He was dressed all in white—a white cotton shirt and white pants. She stopped the car and he got in. They drove to the rain forest where she had first made love with Damien and parked the car. They walked through the rain forest, past the graveyard, until they reached the base of Damballah Falls. On the other side of the falls, was a clearing. Twenty or so natives were milling around. Lucien greeted several of the young men. Everybody turned to stare at Angel, but said nothing. She clung to Lucien's hand tightly, feeling a little bit frightened. Angel noticed that most of the Voodoo worshippers were quite young, some of them still in their teens. The earth had been beaten flat and was extremely smooth and hard. At the far end of the clearing, near the base of a giant banana tree, was an altar of rough stone. On the altar were a variety of musical instruments and dishes filled with fruits and food. The Voodoo worshippers formed a circle. Angel stood next to Lucien and another native young man stood to her right. There was an air of excitement, and Angel began trembling, not knowing what to expect.
The people in the circle began swaying from left to right. Angel noticed that all the men and women were dressed in white. The men were dressed like Lucien, in white shirts and loose-fitting cotton pants. The women were wearing white tignons on their heads, which were scarves tied so that there were three points sticking straight up. They also were wearing white "Mother Hubbards." Angel was the only one who was not dressed in white. She had worn a bright red dress made of Qiana fabric which clung to the voluptuous curves of her body.
Surrounding the clearing was the variegated vegetation of the tropics—lacy ferns and fan palms, great clusters of exotic shrubbery, sprinkled with multi-colored orchids and giant flower stalks of sanguine Pointsettias.
Suddenly the drums began to beat in a savage rhythm. One, two, three. One, two, three. The battery of drums increased their magic rhythms and were joined by the chromatic organ in the triangle. The worshippers lifted their glowing faces to the sky, radiant black bathed by the pale light of the moon. A tremble of fear rushed over Angel's body like a wave of freezing water. The circle began to move and the sound of the bare feet stomping on the beaten ground echoed in the night. The faces of the worshippers became transformed. Their mouths became slack and their eyes glowed like burning leaves. Some of the natives began to touch one another lasciviously. Then they began to chant:
"Agoue', Papa Legba
Agouk, Papa Legba
Papa Legba. coii petits ou?
Papa Legba, ou oue yo!'
(Hail to Father Legba
Hail to Father Legba
Father Legba, where are your children?
Father Legba, we are here!)
Angel did not understand the chanting that came from the Voodooists. It was, for her, a mysterious sexual incantation which, in spite of her fear, had a certain erotic charm.
An old woman, the color of pitch, jumped into the center of the chanting circle. She was the Mam'bo, or High Priestess. She was also dressed in a "Mother Hubbard," but the material of her dress was brightly colored, like fragments of a rainbow. On her wrinkled neck were necklaces of bone, shells and bird heathers. She danced around the altar, her eyes rolling back in her head as if she were possessed. Despite her age, the black priestess had great vitality. From behind her back, the Mam'bo produced a squawking white rooster. She held the rooster over her head. Its wings were spread wide and began to flap frantically. The old woman whirled in a circle. The great rooster seemed to be even more powerful than she. For a moment it seemed that she would be dragged from her feet and flown away into the sky by the bird's strong, flapping wings. But her strength won out. She pulled the bird down and with a deft movement, she wrung its neck, tearing off its head. The wings continued to flap savagely, beating her face and breasts. The blood from the rooster's neck spurted skyward and the worshippers cried out:
"Aieeee! Aieeee!"
The old woman danced around the inner circle. She let the blood spill from the rooster's neck onto the clothing of the worshippers, causing red splotches to spread on the white material like blooming flowers. Then she jumped in mid-air, spun around screaming:
"Damballah Oueddo, ou mart la ciell"
(Damballah Oueddo, thou are master of the sky!)
Another reveler joined the congregation—the Papa-loi. He was a thickly built, clean shaven black man just past middle age. He wore a red turban on his head and a brightly colored, embroidered stole over his shoulders. He carried a sack of corn meal in his giant hands and, mumbling prayers to himself, began tracing a cabalistic design on the bare earth around the altar. An intricate design formed on the ground as the corn meal spilled through his fingertips. Fork marks connecting with lines interjoining them with three different circles representing the earth," sea and sky. They were the symbols for the a invisible paths through which the Voodoo gods would move. He joined the Mam'bo in the inner circle. They held each other's hands and started a wild, sensuous dance, bumping the lower parts of their bodies together and making deep animal sounds. The drums started a more sensuous rhythm. The entire assembly began spinning in circles, screaming the words:
"Voodoo Damballah! Voodoo Damballah!"
Several of the people fell to the ground, rolling around and hissing like serpents.
Angel found herself caught up in the strange gyrating rhythms. She, too, felt possessed by the spirit of the Voodoo gods. Somehow the spirits had invaded her body and affected her movements. She moved toward the center of the circle, undulating and twisting her body, crying out words that she did not understand. Writhing on the ground, the natives began to tear at their clothes, pulling them off until they were completely naked. Angel was vaguely aware of bodies coming closer to her, surrounding her, their hands reaching out to touch the lush curves of her body. Fingertips trailed over her most intimate parts.
She suddenly realized she wasn't wearing her dress anymore. She, like the other revelers, was nude. The rhythm of the drums was incessant now and it seemed to invade her very brain. She found herself being pulled down to the ground. Tongues darted out from everywhere and licked at her body. Feeling a barrage of hard, black cocks pressing against her soft, white flesh, she reached out and clasped two large cocks in her hands.
Then she felt herself being lifted a few feet in the air. A muscular black man slid beneath her and while she was being held in mid-air, he began licking the backside of her body. He ran his large, pink tongue down her back and between her buttocks. She felt his hot mouth surround her asshole. His tongue forced the opening apart and wormed its way inside. Somebody was massaging her breasts and two mouths began sucking on her nipples. The man withdrew his tongue from her ass and she felt herself being lowered. The hard end of his cock pressed against her tight opening. Her muscles relaxed and the giant black cock eased deep into her asshole. Lower and lower, until she was lying on top of the muscular form. His cock slowly gyrated in and out of her anal passage. She was jerking on the two cocks which were still in her hands when she felt two thighs touch each of her cheeks. She looked up and saw a set of black cock and balls hovering above her. She leaned her head back, opened her mouth, and began licking at the heavy balls which hung over her face. A pair of thick lips began sucking her labial folds and a hot tongue sneaked inside, lapping and licking.
It was happening, she thought to herself. She was getting it—all the cock in the world. She let the wet, saliva-coated balls slide out of her mouth. The man moved backwards and pressed the full length of his shaft down across her face, from her forehead to her chin. Angel's tongue stroked the underside of the shaft. The man switched his position slightly, and she was able to take the head of his swollen cock inside her mouth. Just then she felt her cunt lips being parted and a hot tube of flesh being inserted into her. Another cock!
The drums set the fast pace by which the three men began fucking her three holes: her ass, her cunt and her mouth. Her hands gripped the two cocks she was holding. She felt other mouths, other tongues, caressing her body, licking her legs, her feet, her toes. Angel wasn't sure if it were a dream she was experiencing or if it were real. Whatever it was, she had never been so excited in her life. The thick cock jammed in and out of her mouth while the other two filled her cunt and asshole. They were fucking her with such abandon that she was afraid that they would meet and tear her open. She was so completely filled with cock—in her cunt, up her ass, in her mouth and in both of her hands— that she became delirious with pleasure and wanted to laugh out loud, but her mouth was full. She licked and sucked at the cock in her mouth, and at the same time felt the plunging, driving thrusts of the synchronized cocks in her cunt and up her asshole. The grunts and groans that accompanied the fuckings further excited her. The cock in her mouth was the first to come, spitting gobs of warm sperm deep down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed again. The men fucking her ass and her cunt began to increase their tempo to a furious series of pounding lunges into the depths of her cunt and into the tight channel of her asshole. The cocks began to shoot at the same time, their juices filling her quivering insides. Suddenly the two cocks in her hands began to pour out their creamy fluid. It felt like the drippings of hot candle wax. It ran down her arms, searing her skin with its heat. The man pulled his cock out of her mouth. Angel began to scream with ecstasy and her screams bounced off the very walls of heaven itself.
Verbena sat up in bed, having been shocked awake by something inexplicable, something she could not understand. She glanced outside her window. It wasn't lightning or thunder that had awakened her, but something else. Something she could not understand. Shafts of moonlight floated through the shuttered windows and Verbena shivered. She felt puzzled. Something was wrong. She slid from under the covers, walked barefoot across the floor, threw open a shutter of her first-floor room and stared into the night. The night wind from the sea, called "the undertaker's wind," wrapped around her and chilled her flesh. She felt very cold, so cold that her teeth started chattering and she could feel the goosebumps crawling over her body. A cloud blocked out the moon, and the countryside was enveloped in darkness. Then suddenly the moonlight returned stronger and harder than before. Staring across the garden, Verbena saw the dark form of someone moving around the gazebo. She squinted her eyes and stared harder, but the form disappeared. A sudden fear jolted her body.
"Miss Angel," she said aloud.
She left her room and hurried up the staircase to the master bedroom. When she opened the door, she could see in the harsh rays of moonlight that Angel's bed was empty.
"Amassi! Amassi!"
She searched frantically around the bedroom and the bath. But they were empty. The door to the balcony was unlocked. She pushed it open and stepped out into the night air, thinking that perhaps her young mistress had gone for a stroll. Perhaps the figure she had seen had been Angel. Verbena decided to investigate. She walked down the back staircase, past the swimming pool to the gazebo where she had seen the figure.
"Angel," she called out hesitantly. "Angel ... "
She entered the gazebo and suddenly heard a sound. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling in horror. Hanging from the pots of fern was the corpse of a black cat!
The thing began slowly spinning and she heard herself scream. The noose around its neck caused the eyes to bulge horribly, one nearly popping out of its socket. She stared at it in disbelief as it turned with maddening regularity. Her trembling hand reached up to touch it and make it stop spinning. Then she sat down on the chaise lounge and began to rock back and forth.